Chapter 7 Segment 2 of the Sentient She Shed
The table wasn’t there before.
It rose from the floor, smooth and simple, with velvet edges and a quiet hum.
No one was told what to bring.
They just knew.
Patch arrived first, cradling a stitched heart—frayed at the edges, but strong.
Bytey followed, holding a byte of bravery, glowing faintly in his palm.
DotDot placed a folded doodle, soft lines drawn with hope.
Snugbitty stood back, clipboard pressed to his chest, watching.
Lila stepped forward last.
She didn’t bring an object.
She brought her story.
Not the polished version.
The real one.
She placed it gently beside the others.
The Shed didn’t speak.
It listened.
And the table glowed.
Prompt:
What offering would you make to your future self?